she's in love, that she's
found someone.
someone to fill the void,
to ease
the ache of her
aged heart.
i see the ring on her finger.
the gleam
of it
in the morning sun
as she
carries
boxes to her car.
the tall man
beside her,
quiet, with a worrisome
look in his eyes.
i'll miss the sound of her
fingers
on the keyboard
next door.
but i'm glad for her.
at least for now.
tomorrow,
who knows.
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